When a young lady waving a gun
Said, “I hope you’re up for fun!”.
And I said, “If not,
Then Will I be shot?”.
She said, “Just try it, and run!”.
When A Young Lady Waving A Gun
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A Reminder: Poet Kevin Morris Interviewed by Ariadne Sawyer of The World Poetry Reading Series At 9 PM (UK Time) This Evening (Thursday 24 September)
A reminder, for anyone who is interested, that my interview with Ariadne Sawyer of Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series will be broadcast this evening, https://kmorrispoet.com/2020/09/18/poet-kevin-morris-interviewed-by-ariadne-sawyer-of-vancouver-co-op-radios-the-world-poetry-reading-series-on-thursday-24th-september-2020/.
The show starts at 9 pm (UK time), whilst my bit can be found approximately 10-15 minutes into the broadcast.
During the broadcast I talk about my poetry and read several of my poems, including “Dog Bed”, which was composed in response to the death of my dog Trigger earlier this month, (https://kmorrispoet.com/2020/09/05/dog-bed-revised-poem/).
The Autumn Rain
The autumn rain
Comes back again.
But those in the ground
Know not it’s fall
Nor anything at all profound.
Betty’s Spaghetti
When a young lady named Betty
Tried to feed me poisoned spaghetti.
I said, “me and Murry
Are off for a curry.
But Betty, please eat your spaghetti!”.
To My Dog Trigger, Who Lay On My Book
Pearl
A young lady whose name is Pearl
Has a job as a working girl.
I’ve oft seen her writing,
Which is not that exciting.
But she works as a working girl.
I Met A Gazelle
I met a gazelle.
She moved with speed.
Best not dwell
On my need.
Like Prufrock, I grow old.
No point to dwell
On a passing gazelle.
Though, I am sometimes bold
There Once Was A Vampire Named Keith
There once was a vampire named Keith
Who, in a fight lost his teeth
A dentist called Bangs
Gave him false fangs.
But Keith he still missed his teeth!
The Forbidden Garden
A forbidden
Garden, hidden
Behind a wall.
Yet, there are kinks
And chinks
To explore
In many a wall,
For
He who would climb
To reach the divine.
And a wall
May fall.
Revealing the garden, once forbidden
For which he has striven.
But, having reached the divine
And tasted her sweet wine,
How many men,
Having satiated their desire,
Retire,
And plan their next climb?
Mercenary Miss Gale
When a most mercenary young lady known as Gale
Tried her hand at the ancient art of blackmail,
And said, “I have photos of you
With me and that naughty Miss Lou”.
I said, “you are an extremely talented photographer Gale!”.
